Paris had it's garden's true, but they were nothing like this. The burst of colors assaulted the eyes and the scents of each assaulted the nose. He wandered the rows and rows of blooms finding his eyes drawn again and again to the red flowers. Their brightness reminded him of spilled blood and that reminded him of his own death and those of his revolutionary friends.
He reaches out and plucks one of them taking a deep smell of the scent. Something feels pulled taunt inside of him all the sudden and he feels the urge to lash out as he struggles to contain feelings he's been suppressing.
Holy Spirit Halloween
Marius doesn't really understand this holiday but he has always enjoyed people watching and he's willing to try something strange at least once. He found one of those cat cafe's and sat at an outside table sipping a cup of tea and an orange tabby in his lap watching the various angel's wander by dressed as some things he can recognize and other things he can't.
"I think I can understand the appeal of this day," he mused to the cat in his lap. "A day when you can be someone other than who you are. It is an interesting concept I suppose."
Wildcard
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Marius | Les Misérables 2012 Film | Heaven Sent
Paris had it's garden's true, but they were nothing like this. The burst of colors assaulted the eyes and the scents of each assaulted the nose. He wandered the rows and rows of blooms finding his eyes drawn again and again to the red flowers. Their brightness reminded him of spilled blood and that reminded him of his own death and those of his revolutionary friends.
He reaches out and plucks one of them taking a deep smell of the scent. Something feels pulled taunt inside of him all the sudden and he feels the urge to lash out as he struggles to contain feelings he's been suppressing.
Holy Spirit Halloween
Marius doesn't really understand this holiday but he has always enjoyed people watching and he's willing to try something strange at least once. He found one of those cat cafe's and sat at an outside table sipping a cup of tea and an orange tabby in his lap watching the various angel's wander by dressed as some things he can recognize and other things he can't.
"I think I can understand the appeal of this day," he mused to the cat in his lap. "A day when you can be someone other than who you are. It is an interesting concept I suppose."
Wildcard
[Looking for another prompt, throw one up or DM me to work something out. I promise I'm really chill.]